Artsuy

Dear Artsuy, I hope you still hear the cockcrow every morning A crow of Renaissance, of the past you left behind Same crow that Seeped into your ears as a child, through adolescence and maiden-ship The nature-bought sonorous call back to life That awakens from the short spell of death To foil the toll the…

Dearly beloved (ODE 2)

Dearly beloved… You’re once again remembered on this day You’re that Earthly jewel that air has struggled, and is “sorry” to have filled the space you used to own. Your loss is an irreplaceable one. I hope you’re cosy in the seventh heaven, Utopia, Nirvana,  or wherever the winds of time have carried you… Where…